Glass

I've always had a fear for those glass buildings. And I'm not even quite sure if I've been in one before. Or noticed that I have. Maybe this is a fear in progress. The thought of that type of architecture is beginning to frighten me because of the potential of it falling. Breaking, shards of glass everywhere and people getting cut like never before in any other type of building. Some man or woman architect has built this overrated building, in all its beauty and modernity, and we are to trust it because it looks so beautiful from the outside. Who are we to say that the architect has any motive throughout his designs that he would build his next creation with safety in mind? The design, the appeal to the eyes, that's what they give us. And perhaps some inspector comes around and gives the architect the OK. The build-your-building-out-of-glass-because-it's-easy-on-the-eyes-and-will-attract-the-crowd. No one has sought to think that it is destructible. Everything is destructible. 

That's what falling for you feels like. Tiptoeing on glass because some delinquent didn't care about my safety when constructing you. I'm scared i'm going to fall through. Landing on some cold, hard, concrete surface from which the project began, with nothing but broken pieces to catch the blood seeping from the cuts that you have managed to grant onto my body because you made me walk through the building. 

The architect doesn't always care about your safety. They begin on the outside, sometimes, before ever caring to look in.